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“When it comes, you’ll be dreaming
that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.” - Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World” in Poems New and Collected, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh (via proustitute) (via awritersruminations) 313 notes:
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